Chapter 189 – The Quiz of the Holy Light

“So you’ve been to the city of Outlander?” Jace asked.

“Of course.” The priest said, “I used to come and go to the city along with the other priests after the war, trying to use my abilities to do something for the people here. But every time I went there, it became more dilapidated. It’s clear that you can’t save a kingdom with just a bunch of fervent believers. A house that didn’t have people living in it for a long time, even if there wasn’t any external force deliberately trying to destroy it, it would fall apart a little bit, cave in a little bit, and finally turn into a ruin. The same was true of a city, and it was even more obvious that the impact of that change was far more touching than a house. A kingdom, even more so.”

“I admire your volunteerism, Reverend.” Jace whispered, “I’m sure that no matter what the final outcome is, the residents of the city of Outlander will never forget your help.”

The priest smiled and said, “With all due respect, are you a mage?”

“Sort of, I’m still an apprentice.” Jace said.

“I sense an unsettling aura about you, and I wonder if you are aware of this yourself.” The priest said, “If you will allow me, I can take a look at you and see if there is any hidden danger within you.”

“How?” Jess asked warily.

“Holy light can see a lot, sir.” The priest said.

Hearing this, Grid sidled up and looked over curiously.

Jace said, “I’ve been wounded before in Dalaran, by the black dragon flames, and by the death knight …… My shoulder was stabbed by the death knight, will it be painful if I have the aggression of these dark things left in my body?”

The priest said, “As long as you believe in the Holy Light in your heart.”

That’s the end of it.

Jace looked around at the priests in the cave, either lying down and already asleep or reading a book, only this side of the cave still had a bit of conversation going on.

The Holy Light was inescapable if one still planned to stay in the human world, and Jace knew that, so he might as well see what he was made of here.

“Thank you then, Reverend.” He said.

The priest shook his head and placed his hand on Jace’s right shoulder, slowly closing his eyes.

Then he began to softly recite a prayer, “O Holy Light, thou who gazest from on high, this young scholar awaits thy coming, needing to witness thy guidance from the chaos and darkness.”

“Please make him see the invisible prison to which he is subjected and bless him with a firm mind, supreme determination, and noble courage to fight against all chaos and filth and evil. …… Holy Light on high, may your power be present in my mind and soul, and may my thinking be aligned with your instructions, so that I may, in your name , deliver this young man from the high walls of anxiety, bitterness, confusion and anger. May the Holy Light bless us all as we move forward.”

Grid was listening next to him while his mouth was slightly open, that one eye not blinking at all, just looking so attentively, not knowing what he was thinking.

Jace listened to the priest, and for a moment he couldn’t think about anything.

Even as Talon Blood Demon swung his warhammer in front of him, who was pinned to the wall, he even wondered how he was going to manage to stay barely alive and have a way to fight back after taking the hammer.

But he was surprised that his mind went blank as the pastor prayed in silence.

Then he noticed that the priest’s palms were glowing with a gentle light, and several of the neighboring priests looked this way with their eyes open and their mouths softly chanting something, as if they were accompanying the priest in front of them in their prayers.

Suddenly, Jace felt his shoulder begin to tingle, and he glanced at the priest, who was still closing his eyes as if he hadn’t felt anything.

The sting was followed by a familiar burning sensation that spread from his shoulder to his heart, and he didn’t really want the priest to notice the difference, so he had to hold it in.

The pain wasn’t as intense as it had been when he’d been treated in Stormwind before, but it was nearing the edge of making Jace cry out.

The wind and snow in Otterbank are much more violent at night than during the day.

It screamed and growled outside the cave, as if eagerly reminding the fragile beings resting inside who owned the place.

Thankfully, before he could stand it any longer, the priest stopped touching and withdrew his hand.

Jace tried to loosen his mouth, taking in two breaths of cold air in as soothing a rhythm as he could, washing away the burning in his chest.

“Strange.” The priest said, “The holy light doesn’t tell me what’s wrong with you ……”

Jace knows that he is undoubtedly a shadow caster, and the body contains some of the power and shadow taken from the black dragon, and has even been subjected to the so-called “shadowization”, and just now so difficult to …… priests do not feel anything, how can I’m not sure if it’s possible, but I’m not sure if it’s possible.

“What would the Holy Light tell you if there was a problem?” He asked.

“He will reveal the contamination, the disease, that you have been subjected to.” The priest said, “But even though you have said yourself that you have been harmed by dark things, I do not perceive the proper response given by the Holy Light. Perhaps you have recovered and there is just some unimportant residue that I detect, or perhaps I do not understand the Holy Light well enough.”

“Not deep enough?” Grid asked in surprise.

“And we’ve been learning all about the Holy Light.” The priest said.

Jace touched the beads of sweat on his hairline, a coldness spreading that made his scalp tighten and calmed him down a little from the intense burning sensation he had just experienced.

Looking at the priest, he asked a question he had always wondered about.

“Priest, did you know that the living dead have appeared in Dalaran?”

“The dead who were raised by the Death Knights, of course I know.”

“Isn’t the power of holy light very effective against these undead?”

“Of course.” The priest said, “Fighters who believe in the power of the Holy Light are almost always cynical, and the Holy Light naturally responds to their call by searing the flesh and blood of these undead and purifying the foul evil that drives them.” Jace gulped and said, “So suppose an undead person with free will appeared, if he revered the holy light …… for example, if he was a staunch church minister in life and did not betray his faith after death, would the holy light come down again? “

“If he’s truly holding out, why not?” The priest asked rhetorically.

Jace was a little surprised that the priest hadn’t first questioned why an undead creature would believe in the Holy Light.

“So when the holy light comes down, won’t these immortal followers of the holy light be scorched by it?”

“I suppose it would.” The priest said, “But the Holy Light will answer their prayers just as well, and I guess that’s what makes being an immortal believer like that so hard, sir. They will need a stronger will, a stronger flesh to carry out their beliefs than we do, and the Holy Light will only respond to them with more fervor, and I think that in the end, they will be saved in pain and rebirth in a way that is more genuine than the living.”

“Of course, that’s just a guess based on my understanding of the Holy Light, and it’s hard for me to concretely visualize what an undead person who believes in the Holy Light would actually be like. In fact having said that, I’m even a little envious of the type of existence you envision.”

Jace thought to himself, this is a tough guy.

If his guess was right, those undead priests would be ruthless enough later on.

The discussion with the priest, however, had also slightly cleared up a bit of Jace’s doubts about what he had been doing during his encounter with the holy light just now. To Jace’s understanding, the priest must have burned that part of his own shadowy self when he was checking out the so-called darkness in his body just now.

But it was only the nature of the holy light itself that hurt him; the holy light had not been triggered to react violently by true hostility, it had simply collided with energies that were incompatible with it in the course of its existence.

In a way, it’s kinda similar to how an undead priest comes into contact with holy light.

Or maybe it wasn’t the “will” of the Holy Light, but the priest had no animosity towards Jace, so the Holy Light he summoned wasn’t aggressive in any way.

Jace wasn’t afraid to say he understood the Holy Light at the moment, and he could only speculate on what might happen according to his own understanding and the priest’s answers.

In any case, he was relieved.

At least, in the future, even if a priest tried to heal his damage with holy light, he wouldn’t have to worry about being burned to ashes by holy light or something like that.